"Walking Elizabeth Home" Cam/Elizabeth Fic (7/12)
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate of course, the grand high Mucky Mucks do, nevertheless, no copyright infringement is intended. No money was made from this, and any similarity to any other story not my own is coincidence.
Title: Walking Elizabeth Home
Genre: Fluff/romance; smut
Rating: This part is still PG, maybe PG-13
Timeline: Sometime early season 4 for SGA
Note: Spoilers for the cast change that most know about, but just so you're warned, I used the spoilers and ran with them. Also, while the fic is rated NC-17 over-all, I think that maybe you could read everything but those parts and still get the gist of the story, since, honestly, it's just a relationship plot.
Cameron grinned as he watched Elizabeth unobserved in the doorway of the gym. In slow, graceful movements, using her arms for balance, she slid her right foot up her left leg and to her knee before smoothly extending the leg up and in front of herself. Then slowly, leg still extended, she brought it down, toes pointed, before sliding her foot back into position. Again, she glided her foot up to her knee before extending it up and out, this time to her side.
The colonel was impressed to see her lift her leg high enough that her pointed toes reached up past her head. He continued to watch as she slid her leg back into position and repeated the movement finally by extending it behind herself, reminding him of a beautiful Degas painting. Finally she returned to a graceful still position.
“I knew it,” he said, still grinning and enjoying the soft flush that washed over her features when Elizabeth realized that someone had been watching.
He stepped into the gym. “You did do the whole ballet ingénue thing; Clara, Aurora…”
“Juliet,” Elizabeth continued, accepting that the colonel was determined to get his fun out of it, though she knew that she was positively glowing with her blush.
“I just… wanted to see if I could still do it,” she admitted finally before sighing and settling herself on the floor. Cameron joined her, stilling grinning brightly.
“Well, I’d say you can still do it,” he teased gently.
Elizabeth shook her head and gave him a wry smile. “Some of it,” she clarified. “Arabesques and Développé. I might even still be able to do a Pas de deux, but beyond that?” She shook her head.
“So, how long did you dance then?” he asked, honestly curious.
“All the way up through my first couple of years of University,” she admitted. “Then I had to decide which I wanted more, to change the world that I saw around me, maybe make a difference or…”
“Make it more beautiful,” Cameron interrupted playfully, and Elizabeth was unsure just how much the colonel was still teasing her, and how much he honestly meant what he had just said. She decided she didn’t want to explore exactly which it was, scared of what it could really mean.
“Though, it could be that you chose both,” he added, and Elizabeth was certain that she didn’t want to touch that statement. Instead, she directed the focus to him, studying him with mock seriousness.
“Football,” she pronounced.
“The great American sport,” Cameron said, trying to hold back a grin.
Elizabeth laughed lightly. “Star Quarterback; dated the head Cheerleader.”
“Well, you got the Quarterback part right,” he confessed.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
“Let’s just say, that I said too little too late for the other part,” Cameron revealed, his voice a touch melancholy.
They fell into a companionable silence for a moment. Then Cameron asked, “What did make you choose political science?”
“I wanted to make the world a better place I suppose,” Elizabeth replied. “Why did you choose the military?”
“Besides my dad, and the fact that I love to fly? Same thing I guess, I wanted to make the world a better place.”
Elizabeth gave him a curious look.
“Someone has to defend the people that have no way to defend themselves. And someone has to be there to stand up for what’s right; stand up against those forces that would stop people like you from changing the world for the better.”
Elizabeth was silent, considering his words. “And why the Stargate program?” she asked him eventually.
He grinned. “I joined the military wanting to serve my country. With the Stargate program, replace country with world, hell, replace it with galaxy, and now I get to defend the whole damn thing. Of course, when I joined, this wasn’t exactly what I pictured,” he admitted.
“Stuck in a tin can in space for a month and a half more, watching over a diplomat and making sure she doesn’t turn to the dark side,” Elizabeth joked grimly, trying to hide her real fears with gallows humor.
Cameron took her hand a moment. “That’s not going to happen, Elizabeth.” He looked into her eyes and cradled her face in his hands, making her focus on him when she would have looked away. “It’s not,” he insisted. “It’s not; we won’t let it happen.”
Elizabeth looked into his profoundly blue eyes, not at all sure that it was really the truth, but more than certain that Cameron would do everything in his power to make it so. She nodded slowly.
“Elizabeth…”
She found her gaze slowly drawn to Cameron’s lips and felt the energy of the moment shifting. Elizabeth could still recall with startling clarity just how good it felt to kiss Cameron Mitchell. And she was absolutely certain that if she kissed him now, it would feel just as amazing.
She forced herself to gently pull free of his grasp and stand up. She took a few almost shaky steps back, putting some distance between herself and the colonel. Her mind still on the kiss that they had already shared, and the one that her body was telling her that she wanted to experience now, Elizabeth said the first thing that came to mind in order to avoid it.
“You know Colonel, you still owe me three chocolate bars.”
“What?” Cameron asked, clearly unable to follow Elizabeth’s train of thought.
“You promised me chocolate; the good stuff,” she reminded him. Uncertain that talking about that morning was the safest course of action, but unable to steer herself clear of the conversation, she continued. “I think that you should pay up.”
He rose, and forced himself to play along even though what he really wanted was to kiss her senseless. “Oh, you do, do you?”
She nodded.
“Well you know what I think?”
“No, Colonel, what do you think?”
“I think that people might be very interested in the fact that Elizabeth Weir was not only a prima ballerina, but that she still finds time practice ballet in the gym occasionally.” He made a mock show of consider his next words. “She might even do it in a pink tutu and little toe shoes.”
“You wouldn’t,” she protested.
He grinned shamelessly, letting himself fall into the game. “What do you want to bet… how about three chocolate bars?”
“Cameron Mitchell you cheat,” Elizabeth accused.
“Hello pot,” he replied with a grin, walking away.
“I’m going to get that chocolate Colonel,” she vowed. “One way or another.”
“Oh you can try, Elizabeth. You can try,” he said with a laugh as he left the gym…
Title: Walking Elizabeth Home
Genre: Fluff/romance; smut
Rating: This part is still PG, maybe PG-13
Timeline: Sometime early season 4 for SGA
Note: Spoilers for the cast change that most know about, but just so you're warned, I used the spoilers and ran with them. Also, while the fic is rated NC-17 over-all, I think that maybe you could read everything but those parts and still get the gist of the story, since, honestly, it's just a relationship plot.
Cameron grinned as he watched Elizabeth unobserved in the doorway of the gym. In slow, graceful movements, using her arms for balance, she slid her right foot up her left leg and to her knee before smoothly extending the leg up and in front of herself. Then slowly, leg still extended, she brought it down, toes pointed, before sliding her foot back into position. Again, she glided her foot up to her knee before extending it up and out, this time to her side.
The colonel was impressed to see her lift her leg high enough that her pointed toes reached up past her head. He continued to watch as she slid her leg back into position and repeated the movement finally by extending it behind herself, reminding him of a beautiful Degas painting. Finally she returned to a graceful still position.
“I knew it,” he said, still grinning and enjoying the soft flush that washed over her features when Elizabeth realized that someone had been watching.
He stepped into the gym. “You did do the whole ballet ingénue thing; Clara, Aurora…”
“Juliet,” Elizabeth continued, accepting that the colonel was determined to get his fun out of it, though she knew that she was positively glowing with her blush.
“I just… wanted to see if I could still do it,” she admitted finally before sighing and settling herself on the floor. Cameron joined her, stilling grinning brightly.
“Well, I’d say you can still do it,” he teased gently.
Elizabeth shook her head and gave him a wry smile. “Some of it,” she clarified. “Arabesques and Développé. I might even still be able to do a Pas de deux, but beyond that?” She shook her head.
“So, how long did you dance then?” he asked, honestly curious.
“All the way up through my first couple of years of University,” she admitted. “Then I had to decide which I wanted more, to change the world that I saw around me, maybe make a difference or…”
“Make it more beautiful,” Cameron interrupted playfully, and Elizabeth was unsure just how much the colonel was still teasing her, and how much he honestly meant what he had just said. She decided she didn’t want to explore exactly which it was, scared of what it could really mean.
“Though, it could be that you chose both,” he added, and Elizabeth was certain that she didn’t want to touch that statement. Instead, she directed the focus to him, studying him with mock seriousness.
“Football,” she pronounced.
“The great American sport,” Cameron said, trying to hold back a grin.
Elizabeth laughed lightly. “Star Quarterback; dated the head Cheerleader.”
“Well, you got the Quarterback part right,” he confessed.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
“Let’s just say, that I said too little too late for the other part,” Cameron revealed, his voice a touch melancholy.
They fell into a companionable silence for a moment. Then Cameron asked, “What did make you choose political science?”
“I wanted to make the world a better place I suppose,” Elizabeth replied. “Why did you choose the military?”
“Besides my dad, and the fact that I love to fly? Same thing I guess, I wanted to make the world a better place.”
Elizabeth gave him a curious look.
“Someone has to defend the people that have no way to defend themselves. And someone has to be there to stand up for what’s right; stand up against those forces that would stop people like you from changing the world for the better.”
Elizabeth was silent, considering his words. “And why the Stargate program?” she asked him eventually.
He grinned. “I joined the military wanting to serve my country. With the Stargate program, replace country with world, hell, replace it with galaxy, and now I get to defend the whole damn thing. Of course, when I joined, this wasn’t exactly what I pictured,” he admitted.
“Stuck in a tin can in space for a month and a half more, watching over a diplomat and making sure she doesn’t turn to the dark side,” Elizabeth joked grimly, trying to hide her real fears with gallows humor.
Cameron took her hand a moment. “That’s not going to happen, Elizabeth.” He looked into her eyes and cradled her face in his hands, making her focus on him when she would have looked away. “It’s not,” he insisted. “It’s not; we won’t let it happen.”
Elizabeth looked into his profoundly blue eyes, not at all sure that it was really the truth, but more than certain that Cameron would do everything in his power to make it so. She nodded slowly.
“Elizabeth…”
She found her gaze slowly drawn to Cameron’s lips and felt the energy of the moment shifting. Elizabeth could still recall with startling clarity just how good it felt to kiss Cameron Mitchell. And she was absolutely certain that if she kissed him now, it would feel just as amazing.
She forced herself to gently pull free of his grasp and stand up. She took a few almost shaky steps back, putting some distance between herself and the colonel. Her mind still on the kiss that they had already shared, and the one that her body was telling her that she wanted to experience now, Elizabeth said the first thing that came to mind in order to avoid it.
“You know Colonel, you still owe me three chocolate bars.”
“What?” Cameron asked, clearly unable to follow Elizabeth’s train of thought.
“You promised me chocolate; the good stuff,” she reminded him. Uncertain that talking about that morning was the safest course of action, but unable to steer herself clear of the conversation, she continued. “I think that you should pay up.”
He rose, and forced himself to play along even though what he really wanted was to kiss her senseless. “Oh, you do, do you?”
She nodded.
“Well you know what I think?”
“No, Colonel, what do you think?”
“I think that people might be very interested in the fact that Elizabeth Weir was not only a prima ballerina, but that she still finds time practice ballet in the gym occasionally.” He made a mock show of consider his next words. “She might even do it in a pink tutu and little toe shoes.”
“You wouldn’t,” she protested.
He grinned shamelessly, letting himself fall into the game. “What do you want to bet… how about three chocolate bars?”
“Cameron Mitchell you cheat,” Elizabeth accused.
“Hello pot,” he replied with a grin, walking away.
“I’m going to get that chocolate Colonel,” she vowed. “One way or another.”
“Oh you can try, Elizabeth. You can try,” he said with a laugh as he left the gym…